Hiding My Sons From My Heartless Husband
I said, popping the tangerine I was eating into my mouth.
“Itigil mo na yang pagkain mo niyan! Nagiging bilog na yang ulo mo kakakain ng ponkan.”
“Tss. You know I love this,” I said, peeling another tangerine.
“He looks just like you. Like a baby version of you. Like ‘Keizer the baby.’ Hahaha---aray! ”
Inis kong binato ang mga balat ng ponkan sa kanya dahil sa inis.
“Ang mean mo naman,” he said, annoyed. “Pasalamat ka malakas kapit sakin ni Ate Sarie,” he muttered.